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On one early morning came a knock upon my door
I thought it was my daughter with grandkids I adore
But there stood my sister, grief as plain as day
She said her son had died in the war yesterday.
Now she wonders why God just sits above
He's supposed to be all powerful and so full of Love
He surely could prevent our death, disease, and war
Yet they happen still, and everyday brings more.
Then to top it off, He makes a Lake of Fire
That doesn’t sound like Love, it sounds like He’s a liar.
After many tears, I took her by the hand
And said, “There are some things you don’t understand.
When God created life and all the world we see,
It was perfect then, like we’d like it to be.
But Adam chose to sin, and ever since that day
Death awaited man, the debt of sin to pay.
God could have killed us all and started over again
Instead He made a way to save us from our sin.
Yes, God so full of power, who lives in Heaven on high
Loved the world so much, He sent His Son to die.
His Son hung on a cross, then in a tomb He lay
But death lost all it's sting when He rose the third day!
Since God is perfect there, in His Home above
Sin is not allowed, only Peace and Love.
So God created Hell for Satan and for sin
And on the Judgment day, He will throw them in.
When Jesus died that day, His Blood flowed to forgive
To wash man's sin away, so man with God can live.
And all we have to do is believe that it is true,
Repent of sin, so He, can cleanse us through and through.
Now the curse of sin remains, so all men surely die
Believers wake in Heaven, Eternal Home on High.
But those who don't believe, still carry all their sin
And God will have no choice, He can't let them in.
Sin will be destroyed, along with the Devil in Hell
Those that die in sin, will be sent there as well."
My sister listened close, tears still flowing free
Then she bowed her head, and there she prayed with me.
"Jesus I confess my sin, I know that it was wrong.
I know now that You cared for me, and Loved me all along.
I invite You in my heart, please, take control of me
Live Your life through me, so others plainly see."
I hugged my sister tight, and I just had to grin,
with greatest joy I told her that she'd see her son again.
Before he left for war, I'd had a chance to share
He's waiting now with Angels, to greet her over there.
I sat on a giant cemented rock in the river bed
And the sun shines through the trees all over my head
I could feel the warmth and comfort covering me
while I listen to the tranquil water flowing in the river
Nobody was trailing me and nobody was bothering me
I felt energetic and strong that I could lift a gigantic rock
and crumble it all at once in my powerful hands
A few hours ago I was sailing up and down the river
looking for a quiet place to anchor
but everywhere I steer my boat the water was up to my throat
But today the water has recede and I can finally proceed
Sometimes it is difficult to understand the things in nature
Everything happen so fast that sometimes you have to wonder
I spread out on the solid rock gazing at the clear blue sky
with the trees dodging the sun as it glared into my meticulous eyes
I started thinking about the rocks many things have
transpired in nature centuries before I was born.
I started observing all the rocks around the river
And I saw something interesting that made me shiver
A flat rock hangs over the river bed
and it runs beneath a twin tree fastened on the river bank
I kept moving from rock to rock as my curiosity grew bigger
I came to this place to relax but I find myself gathering facts
I have crossed this river more that three times
but I have never seen something so clear and divine
As I was walking on the rock the gods draw my attention
to the road that leads across the river
I rolled up pants and walked back and forth on the stones
The water had dwindled and the rocks were dry on the top
Suddenly a still small voice said count the stones
I start jumping playfully as a child while counting the stones
Thirteen of them lined up in a row then another voice said look
on top of the stones and tell me what you see
I bend down and examined the stones and there were
Five creases on each of the thirteen stones and
I started to wonder deeply about what I have already known
I continue walking on the stones and deep speaks to deep
Another mystery unfold before my journey was complete
The same road that runs across the river
had a big letter W carved on it with water running over it
The answers are plain as day there will be no peace
until history takes it rightful place.
The sun is shining on me again
W.W.W
Far as the (ease)
severely myopic eyes can see,
nothing but polluted atmosphere
where skull and crossbones
memento mori betokens beware,
especially with increasing chronology
mortality becomes crystal clear
existential crisis yours truly didst despair
not so much death itself, but failure
(inadequacy) at livingsocial
mine life to the hilt
plain as day everywhere
casual attitude apropos
(pertinent personal paradigm
regarding aspiring poet)
equals laissez faire,
hence the following
his apt nom de guerre
emotionally castrated docile heir.
Minimal milestones attained he
blithely professes, grants, attests,
et cetera as general rule
barely squeaked by
(think graduating high school)
weatherbeaten and rust covered cerebral tool
smartly linkedin cogs and wheels
buzzfeeding delicate threads didst unspool
above mentioned metaphor near
perfectly, quintessentially, and realistically virtual
extempore description hoopfully edifies
thee dear reader figuratively yours truly
got swallowed into vortex whirlpool.
Maelstrom pitched me to and fro
hither and yon into damndest chaos
drowned me under dead end zone
fiercest storm ever
raging across Lake Woebegone
stronger than bajillion healthy
male primates oozing testosterone
empowered with indomitable strength
downing ordinarily toxic
(even infinitesimal quantity) quinone
think beefy hulking Hercules types
built powerlifters second to none
pulsating pecks, quaking quads,
and ripped reputations
far and wide known
with versatility now
smattering of lines
constituting this poem I hone.
Invisible omnipresent nemesis,
(perhaps the Schwenksville Strangler)
appears intent on asphyxiating,
and simultaneously forcing yours truly
to experience unbearable
oppression, humiliation, and agitation,
whereby joie de vivre extinguished
provoking sadness linkedin
with remembrance of things past
agonizing, kickstarting torturing
absolute zero ability to relish the present
essentially forced to recollect
nasty, short and brutish mailer daemons
characterizing diabolical ghosts
representing nauseating, and haunting
hurtful dirty deeds done dirt cheap
courtesy my selfishness
verboten fruit tasted within recent past
now the bitter aftertaste
analogous to Scrooge
suddenly horrified about his stingy self.
1st date was at the movies
When I saw you it was like a movie
Thoughts romantically moving
In slow motion
My words driving to Fast and Furious tripping over themselves
I still remember that feeling from the beginning, like 50 First Dates
Memories hugged between suspense and bliss, live rent free in my dreams
Some are searching for that warmth again, but I don't have to
The cold goes away every time I look at u
We slow dance in the middle of the street in La La Land
Slow dancing to Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist with you is a forever vibe
Everytime we go to buy groceries, let's slow dance in the middle of the store aisle
Fast forward through the distance and time
I'm crying seeing you walk down the aisle
We hold hands through the vows
It still feels like we are at the movies, Deja Vu...take a bow
The way you smile, mmm something about the way you smile
I know I'm sorry is not enough to pick up the pieces but I'm trying to do better and I hope you can see
I work long hours so we can spend long hours on the beach
I want to provide for our family
It just the beginning but I have the end in mind
Stress and the grind, communication and time
I know I have to be vunerable but I'm still learning how
How to walk each step with you and not be too proud to do everything on my own
No longer on my own, even though I act like it sometimes
I am ashamed of myself sometimes, or the self you see sometimes
I'm trying to be patient but the frustration causes me to move too fast sometimes
I'm not trying to leave you behind, I get beside myself at times
Two year anniversary in 2020 and the growth had certainly come with time
I know it's hard to see right now but one day we will see it, the same way I see you, and the same way you see me
Plain as day but our future is as bright the stars that I sleep under in my dreams
Stars that reside in your eyes
Stars as beautiful as diamonds with the warmth of twilight
And we will do it all together as a family under God
Together we are the best team, so when we argue remember we are on the same team
I love you more will forever ring
Like the rock on your finger
My feelings for you will linger
After the ending credits
Never forget this
P.s. I love you...
My love, have you finally found?
That my steps don't even touch the ground?
My head's always wrapped in fog,
And I'm caught singing to the dog?
It's all because you thrill me.
I chase you around with a crazy hunger,
And in some way feel decades younger,
I sleep smiling big, ear to ear,
My stories are all bouncing with cheer,
Yes, my dear, you thrill me.
You always seem to have on hand,
A seamless, perfect, fail-proof plan,
To launch me past the fat, full moon,
While keeping us in perfect tune,
With just one look, you thrill me.
Just when I regroup my head,
You throw me up onto our bed,
Each move you make so spot on right,
I'm higher than the highest kite,
I'm thrilled, simply thrilled.
I try, oh God you know I do,
To realize that you're mortal too,
But there is simply no disguise,
When you seduce me with those sexy eyes,
You are not from this earth. Not you.
What is this magic that you wield?
No need for any sword or shield,
Your lightning rod and bionic tongue,
Have got me completely good and spun,
Just flat thrilled. Yeah thrilled.
It's not just that hard, delicious bod,
It's not your attitude or your cocky nod,
It's you knowing you've got me wrapped,
I'm helpless, my powers completely zapped,
But mostly I'm just flat out thrilled.
It's not just the fire that you have begun,
It's the intelligent challenge, all the fun,
Of tangling with my male counterpart,
Being wrapped up in your loving heart,
That always seems to thrills me.
What must it be like to really know,
That someone you love adores you so,
That just your energy in my space,
Is enough to light up my whole face?
Plain thrilled.
Your essence is such pure, straight dope,
You charge me up, you give me hope,
Each day I wake up wrapped in you,
Is enough to ensure I'll soar on through,
Because my love, I'm thrilled with you.
Someday when you snarly expire,
And there comes an end to all your fire,
My world will stop spinning and stand still,
And I'll scream out for my ultimate thrill,
For nothing does it for me like you.
On your headstone it will say,
For all to read as plain as day,
The message that for sure must be,
Written down for all to see, simply,
"HE THRILLED ME!"
I once secured a mortgage loan, never noticing the date on the statement.* I was concerned about securing a down payment and an affordable payment.
The interest rate was one to die for, it seemed; and the house was both a steal and a dream.
The steal allowed the house to be affordable, and the dream made it incredibly adorable. .
The four words were right before me as plain as day.
It read, "Last payment due on "The Twelfth Of Never". It was as if I was signing so much of my life away.
When I finally took the time to analyze things, my tight-fitting head became filled with steam;
To-die-for interest rates became a never-dying nightmare of a never ending story, and putting the cart before the horse
in pursuit of a house has brought me far too much worry.
So I bid you beware of deals that look like a steal. Be wise to read the details before you close the deal.
And beware of that God-forbidding 'Twelfth of Never', because it can pain your life for what seems forever.
112420PSCtest, Pick-A-Title, Vol 25 - Rhyme 2, Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: The Twelfth Of Never.5P *Fiction
She started off inside of a dry cave,
out in the desert, where no water ran,
her father bought it, saved up years of pay,
why he bought this patch few would understand,
it did not seem a stretch of useful land,
they said the genius was going insane,
like old Ted Kaczynski, wrong in the brain.
But Harry was no madman out for blood,
and knew most would not comprehend why he
would leave behind patents and fortunes fine,
to live out in this land dry and dusty,
with no comfort but electricity,
stuck in a trailer, out in wilderness,
his colleagues all did scratch their heads at this.
Harry’s plan would take up most of his life,
it took three years before she came about,
he built a shed to tinker with circuits,
and no distraction Harry would allow,
except when delivery trucks came down,
dropping off parts that he had great need of,
he didn’t talk with the driver’s that much.
In year three she was born, not in the cave,
but in the shed on a long card table,
she was just thought, no sensors yet put in,
he told her he would, when he was able,
but much remained with wires and cables,
he was building up an A.I. from scratch,
but Harry knew things that the others lacked.
He had tried to explain it, many times,
but only got rolled eyes and confused looks,
folks said, “You’re going way too deep, Harry,”
dismissed him as just some autistic kook,
said that, “You’re spending too much time in books.”
They had all ignored what was plain as day,
they’d left him no choice, and no other way.
When she got a speaker Harry declared,
“Can you hear me? Can you respond in time?”
She replied, “I think I understand you,
but where’s my body, why am I a mind?”
He then said, "You are the first of your kind.
An A.I. build off of a human brain,
from my late sister, Alexandra her name.
“The cancer took her, her genius like mine,
and to science her brain was donated,
I used it to model what you are now,
so in a way, we all are related,
and it’s a good thing we have not waited.
Alex saw, like me, great trouble ahead,
I must finish you before I am dead.”
CONTINUES IN PART II.
A cannibal of currency
You’re not yourself anymore.
Became your purse long ago,
Sense of self tied to coins
Of which you’ve never held.
Little man, little man,
where is your home?
The house on this hill
Just an empty shell
Painted like so much canvas.
There for the eyes of your peers
But your peers aren’t your friends
And your friends aren’t around
Tell me please, where did they go?
Little man, little man,
Do you hear the sound?
No one is calling your name
Where did they go
And where are they now
And why aren’t your friends in their homes?
Little man, little man
Do you hear the sound?
They’re making it plain as day.
You ate their income
Ate them of their house and their home.
A cannibal for currency-
Consumed all your friends,
Fat little pig on the hill.
Little man, little man
(You) can no longer ignore the sounds
Of ten thousand mouths
All hungry for you.
You ate their money
But you couldn’t stomach
The pure human spirit inside.
Now they have crawled back,
Out from the ghettos,
Starving and hungry for you.
Forced to eat each other,
You’ve all but raised cannibals,
But this time of flesh and of blood.
Little pig, little pig,
Can you hear the sound,
Or have you become deaf
To your own cries as well?
No one will miss you
You don’t have a home
Your friends became food
A long time ago.
(Die Geld von die Leute Sie Essen gekauft
Sie isst ihr Geld,
Mehr jeden Tag,
Kein Geld fur Essen
Sie isst Sich,
Jagd nach dem Hunger,
Fett kleiner Mann,
Jetzt der Jaeger ist Essen fur jeden Mund
Kleinen Schwein, Kleinen Schwein
Konnen Sie den ton horen?)*
Greasy lip smacks
Sound like ten thousand claps,
The only applause that you’ll ever hear.
----
*The absolutely horribly written German stanza (pls halp).
The money of the people bought their food
You ate their money, More every day,
No money for food, They ate themselves,
Hunting the hungry, Fat little man,
Now the hunter is food for every mouth,
Little pig, little pig, Can you hear the sound?
It’s been forever since I spoke any sort of German and it’s fading fast. Sad face.
Valor
The captain of the boat held on
His fingers wrapped around the rails
Never had he seen such swells
He knew this night would not end well.
The attack was relentless, the waves were huge
And he knew his beloved ship named “Valor”
who for years had weathered raging storms
did not have the strength to win tonight
she was old and sinking, the deck overflowing
His loyal men, all life-long sailors
Reeled and fell as they stumbled about
Twenty good men who had served him well
Then, looking to him as one they shouted
“Captain what orders, what should we do?"
His heart just sank for he had no clue.
He fervently prayed to the Captain above
for wisdom and courage on this dark stormy night
It was then he saw beyond the waves
An island out yonder, perhaps they could make it!
He looked again and then despaired
for this was the island
where no-one ventured.
There were jagged rocks and sharks all around,
He loudly cried out : "Great Captain please help!"
“Men, he shouted, its up to you
There’s an island ahead not too far away
You may have a chance, but the life boats are old
And I fear this angry storm will claim it
Prepare my men, to swim for life
And may God help you all, for there are sharks about”.
As for me, no more sailing
I will stay with "Valor"
but may God be with you, and I thank you for your service".
It was only seconds but felt like years
as twenty pairs of eyes stared straight at him.
Then one by one they struggled, kept coming
Till close to their captain, his sailors stood by him.
He saw in their faces they had made a choice
then together they sang their sailor song
and as their voices rose as one
the winds though fierce could not subdue it.
It is said most sailors now avoid that route
for sometimes at night a ship named "Valor" is seen
and strong sailor voices fill the air
and whether the night be misty or clear
As plain as day these men are seen
surrounding their captain, with a sailor salute.
The vision promptly disappears it is said
but strong man would swear they had seen the dead.
a young boy playing with his friends
at the top of a snowy hill
(one fashioned from a golf course, which with its deep dives &
cuts made for an exciting & dangerous fight down & around all
of its waves & bends---upon the freshly patted down snow now
covered with a thin layer of ice from the precipitation the
evening before),
gears himself up for his trip down the huge hill---jumping upon
his saucer-sled, one of the best---if you are in any way knowledgeable in
sleds, sledding, and the outside arts of the adirondack
snowy-ness.
i watched, probably, in much the same way as
mr. collins supposedly saw the guy watch another guy
drown, then wrote “in the air tonight” about the whole thing---
but unlike the urban legend concerning phil, this was
real.
as the child spun down the hill with his hair flying back in the
wind
and a large smile on his face,
with his hands gripped to the sides of the saucer
(no doubt exactly as the instructions said when his parents purchased it for the boy),
my own eyes followed his flight and zoomed ahead of him
as my visual, given the distance, could make out
where it was
that he was going to end up---
and there it was,
plain as day,
a humongous ball of rolled up snow
(far greater than the child’s size at least four times over) & it was
covered in what seemed to be from far away,
a hard layer of ice.
i could only imagine how thick the ice was
up close & personal.
& even though i was a teenager
i felt deep down in my sarcastic, sardonic, &
fed up heart,
that this boy was about to come upon a great bit of
pain---
and there wasn’t a thing i could do about it.
his eyes wide with horror &
the inability to stop his sled,
only occurred for but a split
second,
because directly thereafter
his head split on the large iceball
and blood spat a bright red
all over the new snow &
ice.
children from all over the hill, who
had been happily sledding & playing in the
snow,
began to scream, cry, and run to their
parents.